Her head jerked back in surprise. Here she was expecting to have happy-go-lucky questions from her best friend and yet, he was suggesting for her to ask him deep personal questions. “You really think that he would answer something like that?” Her head tilted to one side, her black hair falling like a gentle curtain off of her shoulder and dangling in the air as she watched his expression. “That’s one of those hard core-deep philosophical questions that they ask on 60 minutes.” Her face scrunched together in thought as she looked back down at her paper; the pen tapping against her full now glossy pink lips. “Hmmm… Maybe I can leave it up to him.”

She scribbled down the question before reading it allowed, “If you could change something; like a past event that you were involved in or the way people view you in the past or maybe just the state of the city, what would you change and why?” Her gaze flicked up to Peter as she raised an eyebrow. “Do you think he’d consider that two questions?” Her small hands tightened on the pad of paper. “This could be my only chance and I really don’t want to mess this up. God I’ve never been so nervous.” With that she threw herself onto his bed, staring up at the ceiling her notepad to her chest and a long sigh leaving her. “Maybe this wasn’t a good idea. I don’t want to back him into a corner but I’d love to know more about him. He has so many people relying on him…” A small sigh left her as she kept looking up at the ceiling. “Do you think he has people that he can rely on Peter? Everyone deserves to have someone they can trust without hesitation and consistently. I have you and I’m very blessed for that; I hope he has someone too…” Her voice sounded sad, as if she felt bad for him. But she didn’t know who he was outside of the costume but sometimes having a true friend can make all the difference in the world.